Push Harder!!!!

We finished childbirth classes...already. We had to go three Wednesday nights in December. We didn't practice Lamaze or anything. It was more like giving you a lay of the land. Letting us understand what to expect, a tour of the hospital, pain options, a few breathing techniques, breastfeeding, the first few days of life, and that kind of thing. Lizzy and my Mom are my birth coaches since Terry might not make it here in time.

On the tour of the hospital, we were asked to wait outside the labor and delivery rooms while gazing at the sweet newborns. Almost every time the doors opened there were screams of "Push harder!!! 1, 2, 3...". I had no idea that this was an interactive tour. They didn't let us go in and watch the birth but talk about in your face experiences. The best part was the father, waiting on our side of the delivery rooms, white as a sheet. He explained that he was "taking turns" with his mother-in-law coaching his wife through labor. The rooms were pretty small so I can understand where his claustrophobia came from. (They told us at the next class that the baby was born before we left the hospital.) There was another woman in labor, in her hospital gown, pacing the hallway. She looked more annoyed that we were there than in any pain. We decided that she was in the very early stages.

I am not going to lie, it was kinda of terrifying. I know that understanding the labor process will make going through it easier because I will know what to expect. But sometimes I think that maybe not knowing anything would be better. Ignorance is bliss, right?! Lizzy seemed absolutely fine with all of this. She was calm, attentive, and taking everything very seriously. It made me feel like a big wuss that I wasn't handling it well. I am surprised I didn't puke on the floor. Having Lizzy there made me feel like I was being silly worrying about it because she wasn't worried about it. She will be a great coach because regardless of what is going on in her mind, she's got a great poker face.